To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.
I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.
Ever consider what pets must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul – chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we’re the greatest hunters on earth!
The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself. Of course he wants care and shelter. You don’t buy love for nothing.
Way down deep, we’re all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them.
Nothing gives me quite so much joy as when people tell me they’ve had their pets spayed or neutered.
I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to me, are expressions of love.
Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails.
Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.
The smallest feline is a masterpiece.
I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.
Animals are reliable, many full of love, true in their affections, predictable in their actions, grateful and loyal. Difficult standards for people to live up to.
There are all sorts of cute puppy dogs, but it doesn’t stop people from going out and buying Dobermans.
Cats know how to obtain food without labor, shelter without confinement, and love without penalties.
I’ve got a new invention. It’s a revolving bowl for tired goldfish.
A hungry dog hunts best. A hungrier dog hunts even better.
Some dog I got too. We call him Egypt. Because in every room he leaves a pyramid.
The cat is a dilettante in fur.
The dog has got more fun out of Man than Man has got out of the dog, for the clearly demonstrable reason that Man is the more laughable of the two animals.
I’ve always been mad about cats.
No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.
Many cats are the death of the mouse.
A dog is a vehicle, you know; a dog is a window to Mother Nature, and that’s the closest species we have.
I was a dog in a past life. Really. I’ll be walking down the street and dogs will do a sort of double take. Like, Hey, I know him.
